[ the ghost of surprise across his features, brows lifting when jason skims his face to find an anchor of his own in their intimacy game. at least gloves prevent empathy flowing through his chest, though it's curious that jason wouldn't use that now, when fitz considers it the sharpest tool in his arsenal. he hopes that means jason is confident in the direction of this conversation.
fitz's mouth widens, eyes sparking with the same little thrill. going this route is dangerous in a way his old self would have balked at. ]
You're good at this. [ playacting, maybe, or the push and pull of sharing information. he is, so why not acknowledge it? another thing worth sussing out now: does jason like a compliment, or does he prefer to be contrary in all things? a huffed laugh. ]
But if I say go left, are you going to swing right just to prove you can? [ amused now, where he would have been bothered earlier. fitz doesn't need someone who listens for this. a keen eye for trouble will do. ] 'Cause I'm not here to misdirect you.
[ a fair assumption, given their short history, but he's here to signpost the best routes for a guy like jason, who suddenly seems like he could be very useful, despite his initial misgivings. ]
The 66 are another gang with a focus on robotics. [ tilting his head into jason's touch. ] A harder sell on your type, given your build and playing in the ring, but perhaps they're more varied than the Hi-Jacks. [ a thoughtful hum. they do need someone there, especially since fitz now knows the hi-jacks aren't feeding back into organised crime — someone is, without a doubt. ] Could introduce you to mine and theirs. [ the hi-jacks and the 66. they're the people he sees every damn week, if not more often than that. a thoughtful hum. ] Spread the word that both the Kings and Warlocks are interested in you. See if someone bites at the next fight, especially if a few of us clever sorts bet on you and bolster your profile. [ then, sharper. ] Provided you've recovered enough to win, of course.
[ from his chest injuries and all. not a comment born of concern, but more of a practicality. smart guys don't bet on losers. ]
no subject
fitz's mouth widens, eyes sparking with the same little thrill. going this route is dangerous in a way his old self would have balked at. ]
You're good at this. [ playacting, maybe, or the push and pull of sharing information. he is, so why not acknowledge it? another thing worth sussing out now: does jason like a compliment, or does he prefer to be contrary in all things? a huffed laugh. ]
But if I say go left, are you going to swing right just to prove you can? [ amused now, where he would have been bothered earlier. fitz doesn't need someone who listens for this. a keen eye for trouble will do. ] 'Cause I'm not here to misdirect you.
[ a fair assumption, given their short history, but he's here to signpost the best routes for a guy like jason, who suddenly seems like he could be very useful, despite his initial misgivings. ]
The 66 are another gang with a focus on robotics. [ tilting his head into jason's touch. ] A harder sell on your type, given your build and playing in the ring, but perhaps they're more varied than the Hi-Jacks. [ a thoughtful hum. they do need someone there, especially since fitz now knows the hi-jacks aren't feeding back into organised crime — someone is, without a doubt. ] Could introduce you to mine and theirs. [ the hi-jacks and the 66. they're the people he sees every damn week, if not more often than that. a thoughtful hum. ] Spread the word that both the Kings and Warlocks are interested in you. See if someone bites at the next fight, especially if a few of us clever sorts bet on you and bolster your profile. [ then, sharper. ] Provided you've recovered enough to win, of course.
[ from his chest injuries and all. not a comment born of concern, but more of a practicality. smart guys don't bet on losers. ]